Rosie Knuckles vs. Honoka Kobayashi

[Dubski]

Rosie may have been a lightweight, but she was always weighing in just at the brink of it, making her the biggest of all the lightweights, which made her among the hardest hitting of them. This showed when she was stomping a mudhole in poor Honoka, who was just moaning in pain at this point. She wasn't aiming for anything but to bring the pain, which she was accomplishing.

Eventually, Knuckles got done with her stomping and turned to the crowd, holding up a fist. She got a mixed response from this taunt, not that she seemed to mind. She was far more interested in getting a response, just to get the adrenaline pumping. She gave her back a final rub before attempting to grab Honoka and bring her to her feet. If she could, she would try to back her over to the nearest ropes. Being a crowd pleaser, Rosie wanted to implement her next big move on the aching girl. "Hey, just play cool. I'm not going to punch or kick you right now," said Rosie, being somewhat honest about the remark. She felt that maybe, just maybe, that would bring a little solace to her opponent. Of course she obviously had other plans. But Honoka didn't need to know about that just yet.

[Devilish53]

Forced slowly but surely to her feet, Honoka didn't at all complain at the fact those endless stomps had now indeed found a end, although she was not without suspicion. The two obviously didn't like one another, for one, and now, Rosie was forcing her to her feet. Given the fierceness of those strikes when fully reared back, the pinkette had reason for great concern.

"G...Get off me!" Honoka snarled, uninterested in what she deemed cocky trash talk, given Honoka could do little to nothing except 'play it cool,' given the state of her frame. Her arms still crossed around her stomped-on bust and tummy, it was with a sudden rearing back that Honoka tried to pull away from her foe. Knowing full well that Rosie would pursue, but praying an idea came to mind on what to do with it.

[Dubski]

The badass brawling cutie was able to muscle Honoka to her feet, looking satisfied with her as she did so. And even though her words put her in a panic, she could see that her opponent was still on the defensive. Perfect. That was the best way that Rosie always wanted them. When she got on a roll, it was hard to stop her.

Honoka had her arms wrapped around her hurt breasts and belly, and that's just where Rosie Knuckles wanted them. The puffy-pigtailed girl gave a big lick of her own hand and then shouted, "Shut up and listen!" She would then try to grab a hold of Honoka's arm to keep her in place so that Rosie could throw a stinging overhead slap straight onto her foe's chest! She wanted to hear the echo of the slap against Honoka's chest. It was always a fan favorite move of hers, not that too many people in the crowd would know it right now, but they definitely would after this.

[Devilish53]

With the previous moments of the match spent in keeping up with one another, or simply following suite whenever an attack was given, Honoka was found literally wincing across the canvas now as she failed to even remotely hold her own for the moment. Hands clutching her own body as tightly as could be, Honoka's eyes fell to the floor for moments at a time given her frames natural desire to keel over, albeit she managed to stop such with some forceful turning of her frame.

When Rosie came in for her arm however, rather than offer retort or counter as she had done thus far, Honoka was once more set back a step. Her bicep peeled just a inch or so, Rosie's strike would hit right where she deemed it necessary; a chest shot jiggling her massive bosom and then some, as Honoka's face contorted into a perfect mixture of shock and pained. Yelping in the highest of tones, pulling her arm free as she stumbled back to press herself to the ropes themselves, Honoka's arms both this time would cross over her now-somewhat reddened bosom. Whilst the sheer size of that cleavage suggested a wardrobe malfunction was likely, the thickness and tightness of the bra beneath her curious choice of kunoichi robe saved her from such embarrassment. Though, she obviously still jiggled like hell.

"What...are you doing?! You...really are the worst!"

[Dubski]

The overhead slap had nailed her target perfectly, and the thunderous clap echoed in the arena, causing the crowd to gasp in shock at the sheer loudness of it, and managing to get a solid amount of cheers from the maneuver. Rosie Knuckles, meanwhile, had a huge grin on her face, that turned into an actually cute expression for the first time in the match as she saw Honoka recoil back to the ropes, noticing her big hand print on the girl's chest! And Knuckles, showing off all her cuteness, actually busted out in laughter, pointing at her. Rosie then said loudly, "Your honkers nearly flew right out of your robe!" And she laughed all over again, turning it into a cute giggle of sorts. Obviously, it wouldn't seem nearly as cute to Honoka, but to an outsider it was more apparent, despite Rosie's hard exterior so far in this match. "It just went... boing, boing!" Knuckles then put her arm under her own chest and tried to replicate the bouncing motion with her own and then kneeled over, hands on her knees and her laughing subsided, but she gave Honoka a more confident look.

"But hey... I'm the worst, and you still won't do anything about it even though I freaking branded you! Wuss!" Rosie stuck out her tongue, giving Honoka a raspberry, still looking utterly adorable as she did so. She then stayed bent over and motioned for Honoka to bring it. It felt good on her hurting back, and she was hoping that Honoka would lose it and come after her without thinking. If she would, she was more than prepared to use it to her advantage.

[Devilish53]

Against the ropes, Honoka was more than happy to stay there for all eternity. The pain in her chest began to fade, but it was the sort of agony that felt as if she'd be waking up to a mild bosom ache for a few more days now. That, and the pain of humiliation.

"I..HATE...BULLIES!" She'd scream, hands coming to her sides as her fists clenched again; the start of a warning from the referee over her excessive time spent with her back against the ropes interrupted, with the official herself even left somewhat unnerved by the tantrum being seen before her. Those that were not laughing yet still at the sight Rosie had unleashed upon them with that jiggling bosom were now somewhat curious, given it was almost easy to imagine steam coming out of the raging lightweights ears.

A huge roar bellowing out the moment her feet were done stamping upon the canvas, as Honoka was quick to take Rosie's offer of taunt up. Arms outstretched and completely forward, Honoka ducked low as she cut the distance; her head somewhat hid beneath her raised arms, as she looked for a move both describable as a spear, and a standard take down!

[Dubski]

Rosie Knuckles was waiting for the attack from her opponent with a big smirk on her face. She happened to pride herself on being able to relentlessly get under people's skin if she wanted, and it seemed like it worked. Rosie would object she was any kind of bully though, not that her words had much weight, as her argument against it is usually "Well it's different", with a nasty look thrown in their direction, but she could see why Honoka felt that way. She was usually more mean than necessary.

Still, Rosie was ready for Honoka. But not quite as ready as she thought. The girl happened to charge at her with a lot more anger behind her step. She screamed loudly, which kind of surprised Rosie. And when Rosie went forward to counter the move, she ended up being cut off and speared square in the stomach. The poofy pigtailed brawler was planted on her back, her firm, toned and flat stomach taking more damage. She held her belly after getting on her back and immediately rolled over onto her side, coughing and holding her ailing stomach. If she could have a moment to think after that, she would probably be wondering past the pain what the hell just happened. But as it stood, she was prime for the picking from Honoka's rage.

[Devilish53]

Somewhat amazed, though not at all complaining that her tackle hit its mark, Honoka's already great natural strength combined with the empowerment from that cute temper tantrum she was now near always in, meant it did so with gusto to say the least.

Where as her usual repertoire of tricks and moves would lead her to lock in either a sleeper or similar in such a posture, or perhaps even use that still reddened best in another effective manner, Honoka opted to treat Rosie to her own game. Not at all complaining at the fact she didn't gain a full mount following the tackle, Honoka instead brought her hand around to the side-ways facing beauties own, to pull it somewhat roughly. Hoping to flatten Rosie out on her back, using her pressing hips to keep her there should she so try and curl up again, Honoka began to unload vicious strike after vicious strike the moment she could. Her fists showing almost no form, but riddled with sharp hits nonetheless, Rosie didn't have to offer any defence in the slightest for Honoka's to miss their mark. The ones that did though, did so with force.

"Take..this...you...STUPID...MEAN...ARHGHHHH!!!" Her fists echoing out with each word she spoke, the last scream of Honoka would be the tipping point almost of her going overboard; fists picking up pace along with ferocity, as she tried to make mush of Rosie's top half!

[Dubski]

Things were a lot less amusing for Rosie right now. She had been on her side to avoid anymore onslaught, but Honoka had taken her to her back and mounted her. Then the hits started coming in hard and fast. Knuckles immediately put her arms up to defend herself, managing to block a lot of the strikes as they were rather sloppy, but they sure hurt a lot. She grunted with every successful hit and started to kick and try to buck her hips to get Honoka off of her.

Unfortunately, Honoka was firmly on her and wasn't showing any signs of moving. But Rosie was starting to get fed up, especially with this girl's words being thrown in her direction, but when she spoke and yelled, she was getting even sloppier and uncontrolled. That was exactly what Rosie needed. "You haven't even seen me be mean yet!" retorted Rosie angrily, and those words were probably pretty true at this point. She could get a lot meaner than this, which some may find hard to believe.

Rosie was then ready to counter. The fighter then went to grab one of Honoka's fists, preparing her face to take a punch from her opponent's other fist, and then she would guy through the pain of that and just try to haul off and slug Honoka in the face with a real expert's punch. She'd be sure to show her what a punch from a fighter would feel like.

[Devilish53]

The counter punch from Rosie may have been buckets better than the numerous random hits from Honoka, but regardless of strength, a strike from the bottom posture was always limited if not in a heavy manner. Not to mention that rather obvious fact that right now, Honoka was more malice than wrestler. Though, when the adrenaline began to die down, she'd surely feel that cheek-striking jab. Even more so given she was already taking a moment to rub it, and that was with her blood pumping overtime!

"You already are..!" She'd snap back soon after, dropping her hands from her face the moment her cheek-ache at least partially subsided, with them seemingly looking to latch upon Rosie's shoulders. From here, though Rosie was free to cut and chip away at the midriff she had already marked, there'd be no further face jabs from her foe. Which was perhaps what was needed more than anything, given nothing short of a world-rocker was going to stop the pinkette, as she committed to her next childish 'assault.'

Namely, holding those shoulders tight, she'd raise and lower Rosie's top half into the canvas, slamming it again and again, hoping the outright disorientation led to a few head bangs aswell! Her roars heard again, as the sheer ruthlessness of the move earned a count from the referee soon enough!